Chapter 153: Drizzle pours on the soul
Several casual cultivators rushed out of the gap with joy, their bodies still stained with blood. As soon as they saw the sky again, they lost consciousness. What greeted them were several sword lights as bright as starlight.
Jing Xingchen killed dozens of casual cultivators one after another, and finally a woman flew out, covered in embarrassment, and said urgently: "Uncle Jing!"
It was Luo Hongying, her long hair was disheveled, and her body was stained with a lot of blood. It was impossible to tell whether the blood was her own or that of a monster.
He rescued him casually, but Jing Xingchen's frown still didn't loosen.
Among the disciples brought this time, Jian Liangbi is the direct disciple of Master Juemai Feng Simiao, and He Junyu is the direct son of Master Xinglan He Wenshu.
If these two people died here, of course, the death of this junior would not cause any ripples between the two overlord sects, but as the leader, he could not escape the guilt of poor care.
He did not expect that after only leaving for half an hour, Hong Zhao and Yan Wuji would attack them cruelly, intending to kill all of them indiscriminately.
Therefore, there is a deep intersection between Hong Zhao and Yan Wuji and Holy Son Bailu, but this intersection has nothing to do with the disciples of the Shangqing Holy Sect, and it has nothing to do with Jing Xingchen.
I was still too naive, thinking that they were familiar with each other, so I left the Datong Water Mansion directly, but I didn't expect that these two people were so reckless, and would rather kill the wrong one than let one go.
Although there are several disciples of large sects among these thousands of people, and there are even more disciples of small sects and small aristocratic families, if they all really die here, they will not cause a ripple in the Shanshan realm.
At this moment, the remaining hundreds of people who are still struggling to support themselves in the demon formation are cursing with the most vicious curses the people who made false remarks about the Holy Sect of Emperor Wa before. Those few people directly caused the death of these thousands of people. Death, most of them can be said to be extremely innocent, nothing more than an innocent disaster.
Disciples of the Wahuang Holy Sect are fairly fair in dealing with things on weekdays, and there is no great discrimination against casual cultivators. However, once things between monsters and monsters are involved, their cold side will be revealed, and there will be no mercy.
"Uncle Jing." Jian Liangbi and the others came out of the gap. Jing Xingchen glanced at them and saw that they were not embarrassed. He snorted coldly, put away the Star-Shattering Sword, took a scroll of star maps, and took a few people with him. Fly into the sky.
"Senior Brother Jian, are you okay?" Luo Hongying stepped forward and looked at Jian Liangbi, her eyes full of concern.
"It's okay." Jian Liangbi looked at the gap in the demon formation that was gradually closing, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Li Cangyun suddenly remembered something and said urgently: "Uncle Jing! Ruan Xun hasn't come out yet!"
As soon as these words came out, Jian Liangbi's expression changed slightly. In his rush, he even forgot about this.
"Even if you all die, nothing will happen to him." Jing Xingchen said coldly, "Although the monsters in this demon formation are strong, the trapping power of the light shield is only in the realm of Daoji Peak. If you and the others use the magic weapon with all their strength and attack together at one point, they will definitely be able to break it, why didn't you try?"
A trace of uneasiness flashed across several people's faces, but no one spoke.
When the demon formation had just taken shape, there were several Daoji realm casual cultivators around them who bombarded the light barrier with all their strength, but it did not move at all. Therefore, several people preconceived the idea that this trapped light barrier could not be broken.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can come back to your senses. The magic weapons of those casual cultivators are only ordinary, and their power is even more ordinary, while their few genius disciples have many even the best magic weapons.
If they had attacked one place with all their strength, they would have broken through the barrier of the demon formation and escaped long ago.
If you are more careful, you will find that Daoji realm disciples of several large sects such as Daji Temple, Linghua Sect, and Jilezhai, after previously asking Yan Wuji to plead for mercy but failed, they used their magic weapons to attack one place with all their strength, and they quietly He opened a gap and escaped.
And Yan Wuji didn't know what he was thinking. He was just floating above the huge demon formation, controlling the five formation flags. But he didn't pay much attention to these large sect disciples who escaped through the light barrier. He just glanced at them and activated the formation flag to close the gap again.
"The people of the ancient Wahuang Sect have secretly left you a glimmer of hope, but you just didn't grasp it. If I hadn't arrived in time, would you have had to wait to die in the demon formation?" Jing Xingchen said in a tone of voice. More severe.
As he was speaking, the star map was distorted, and Ruan Xun's figure emerged. He put his hand on Jian Liangbi's shoulder and said with a smile: "I wanted to rescue you before, but when I saw Uncle Jing arrived, That’s why I didn’t take action.”
As a direct descendant of Yuanjun in the Yuanshen Realm, Ruan Xun is obviously confident, and he has all kinds of secret treasures in his possession. Such fatal dangers seem not worth mentioning to him. Listening to his words, it seems that he has enough energy left to rescue Xu Disheng and the others.
Jian Liangbi was not in the mood to fight with him. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly and fell into introspection and thinking.
"Hong Zhao, I need an explanation." The broken star in Jing Xingchen's hand became brighter and brighter, and he turned to look at Hong Zhao above the demon cloud.
"What do you want to explain?" Hong Zhao raised his eyebrows again and said with a smile.
Jing Xingchen was silent, the broken star in his hand trembled slightly, and a very strong aura gradually gathered around him.
Hong Zhao's expression became a little more solemn and he said, "If you had been here at that time, Wuji Ding and I would not have made things difficult for these little guys. It's just that you happened to be leaving, so I will respond to those who may have insulted the Holy Sect of Emperor Wa. Do you still want to show some kindness?"
"The genius of the Daoji Realm of the Demon Clan can also use strong words to make excuses, and the words he speaks out are strange and bizarre theories. You know it." The light of the Star-Breaking Sword in Jing Xingchen's hand gradually dissipated, and Yuqi Xingtu left the Datong Water Mansion. "I, Jing Xingchen, have recorded this matter."
"Is there something wrong with the monster clan of the ancient Wahuang sect?" Li Cangyun was still a little scared, "The weird behavior he has seen in his life has never been seen before."
"Most people from the demon tribe are like this. They are usually better. Once angry, they will be extremely perverse and evil, and they cannot be treated by common sense." Jian Liangbi seemed to have regained his composure, turned to Jing Xingchen and said, "Junior Brother He If you are still in the water mansion and haven’t come out yet, will you..."
"No, it's okay." Jing Xingchen said calmly, and the star map under his feet accelerated again, heading in the direction of the Shangqing Holy Sect.
Marsh water tributary, Datong Water Mansion.
The huge demon formation gradually became quiet, until there was no more sound.
Yan Wuji put away the five small formation flags, and the demon formation slowly dispersed. Countless monsters rushed to get into the five formation flags.
Returning to his usual frivolous and unruly temperament, Yan Wuji looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood below, and said: "Just clean it up, but I guess these casual cultivators don't have anything good on them, and then continue to carry out the mission in the Heyin realm. .”
Several disciples of the ancient Wa Huang Sect responded and flew over the ground littered with corpses one after another. From time to time they reached out to take some storage spiritual weapons into their hands.
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A few hours later.
Countless monsters in the swamps and rivers came looking for the smell of blood. When they saw thousands of mutilated corpses of cultivators, they all became extremely crazy, their eyes glowed green, and they started a new round of gluttonous feast.
The golden-red hall slowly turned into a blazing light and shadow, condensed and shrunk, and finally transformed into a figure. This figure was surrounded by dazzling light and shadow, and its face could not be seen clearly.
Taking a step in the air, many of the monsters that were eating paused and looked at this illusory figure that turned into light.
The light gradually dissipated, and a handsome man's face appeared, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand and gently shook his palm. An extremely huge power gathered around him, and there was a faint sound of wind whistling.
The wind is blowing!
Dark clouds cover the sky above this tributary of swamp water, and it is so dark that one will feel a sense of despair at a glance.
Some monsters seemed to be aware of the potential danger, quietly stopped eating, and quickly slipped into the river behind them dragging one or two corpses.
There were many more sluggish ones who were still eating numbly. As the aura around them continued to increase, the various lights in their eyes became more and more intense.
The handsome and slender figure moved his fingers slightly, and his eyes gradually became focused.
I casually glanced at the densely packed monsters at my feet, and there were even two or three transformed monsters equivalent to the Daoji realm.
"Samadhi True Water, the first form."
"The black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and the white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind came and blew away suddenly, and the water below the Wanghu Tower was like the sky."
"Drizzle rains on the soul."
The handsome young man murmured, the vision in his eyes became clearer and clearer, and as he turned his palms, the huge dark cloud began to drop endless drizzle.
It was already the garrison hour, and the bright moonlight of the third moon shone down, illuminating the ferocious faces of countless monsters by the river, pale and pale.
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